By Kristen McMullen
I see a statue so tall the only part of it I can make out are the ankles and feet. Looking closer, I realize this is no statue; this is the one true Almighty God. His very throne, and He sits upon it. When I grasp what Im seeing I start running towards Him as fast as I can. Im going in for a full-sized bear hug!
At first I dont even see them as Im running. Thousands. Hundreds of thousands of people! All of them completely surround Him. Its as if He is an island amongst a sea of people – negative looking people. They all have their backs to Him and though theyre all very different, they look similar sad, angry, confused, lost, bored, frustrated. Not a smile or laugh among them.
As I got closer to the Father, the more impassable the people became. Not even walking at a steady pace now I had to say excuse me over and over again. I was stepping all over their belongings as I tried to get through. This is ridiculous. There are so many of them! Soon I was stepping on them to pass. The crowd was so thick they were even sitting on top of each other! I stopped saying excuse me and asking their permission, instead I kept trampling onward. This was exhausting! I didnt know what to do. I didnt want to turn away! No way! I looked up again as I got closer to the Father, He became more and more my size. Now that I was a little closer, I could see that there were people there with Him as well. All beautiful in spirit, enjoying each other and eating together. So glorious. I was fuelled by my desire to wrap my arms around the One True God. But how would I ever get there? I was stuck.
As I stood there, literally wedged in, I finally started to look around. Amongst the throngs of people with their backs turned, there were a very few who were sitting and facing the Lord. They all looked very tired. I realized, these were the ones like me that had tried so hard to run to Him. It seems they got tired, sat down, and stayed where they were. Exhausted.
There were others who were sitting, facing away like all the rest, and yet they looked like me no extra belongings, just what they were wearing. It struck me, these were the ones like me who had tried to run through all the people to get to Him. However, when they got tired and sat down, they eventually gave up and joined the thousands with their backs turned to God.
I stood for a moment, very still, trying to digest all that I was seeing. Suddenly some movement caught my attention. Two people about ten meters away stood up and embraced. The one who had his back to God turned, they both took a tiny step forwards and then sat down again and began talking with those around them. They sat for some time. What felt like days passed. I watched them laugh, weep, eat together, hug one another, sleep alongside each other, and eventually, something remarkable happened. One of the people with their back to God stood with the other two, embraced them, and turned to face God. Now there were three. They all took another tiny step, sat down and started talking with more people whose backs were to the Father.
Here I was, stomping out a path by literally stepping on people to get where I wanted to go and in such a hurry. Me, me, me. And here were these, creating a path, so lovingly and compassionately. A path that would remain for the next to come and share. Those who hadnt turned this time will be loved again by the next who comes. How wonderful! But oh my, what work!
All of a sudden I heard a commotion from behind me, so I turned to see what was going on. There were thousands, thousands of people standing behind me who loved the Lord. They were at the edge of all the lost souls, waving their arms, singing, eating, making such a noise. They seemed to be having services, learning and worshipping together, right in front of all these people. And yet, they never spoke with any of them. I suddenly realized that they were trying to get God to come to them, rather than having to wade through all these people. There were many different groupings of these worshippers. All of them looked a little different from each other. And on the very edge of two of these groups, a fight erupted. Two people, who were worshipping differently, started yelling at each other and eventually a whole bunch of people were screaming and even hitting one another. They seemed to think that their particular way to worship was the right way to call God over. All those sitting with their backs to God saw all of this happen. The only reaction they gave was to simply yawn and roll their eyes. I understood that they had all seen this many times before. Then something happened, something I wouldnt have dreamed; some of those that had been fighting ended up sitting down with their backs to God. The circumference of the circle grew.
This is impossible! I screamed. I felt so helpless
Continued in A Vision, Part II.
Kristen McMullen is a modern-day nomad living from her silver cavalier. In her travels as a speaker/teacher/singer/songwrit